This is a song about "Missing murder thugs"

Ain't got started other rappers aren't missing

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Tellin em what you thugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Daddy left and momma started hangin' with thugs.

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I was born to do the damn thing

Hit it til your make up missing

When people started missing alright

Which you know i'm different, right

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Everyday bless the several people missing.